Forgotten Child
Chapter Three: Jon's Request
Tortall FanFic
((This story is set in Tamora Pierce's Tortall. It uses many of her wonderful and beloved characters as well as my own creation. This story is one that will be done by chapters and I will only continue to try to complete this story if I get feedback, I don't see any point continuing to write if no one likes it.))
((It is good that you read Chapter One: Forgotten Letter and Chapter Two: Palace Tension first.))
~*~Bloody Hawk Tribe~*~ Coram passed his tent, it was more than he could handle. After raising her this long he thought he could handle anything, but this was too much. This was something that could ruin her life and perhaps Tortall's future as well. "Coram, there you are," said a young tribesman. "Aye, Kumeno, you found me," said the old guardsman. He passed a few more minutes before collapsing on a pillow. "What do ya want?" "There are people here to see Lady Alanna, but she isn't here so I thought you would meet them." "Who be they?" he asked with out caring. "They are from a neighboring tribe," he replied "Fine, fine I'll see them," he said gruffly. Faithful passed the Kumeno as he left. He looked at Coram for a second before walking into his lap. Kumeno returned with a small group of men, three large men with dark skin wearing lightweight clothing of light browns. "Master Coram, we are here to speak with The Woman who Rides like a Man," said the fist one. "I am afraid ya have just missed her, what do ya want?" Coram asked, eyeing the men closely. They carried no weapons so they must not want to fight. "We were sent by the Voice, he asked a favor from us and we need the Woman's agreement," said the second. "The Voice, uh?" he sniffed. What was Jonathan up to, he wondered. She is coming, Faithful said leaping form Coram's lap and raced out the door. Thundering hooves rode into the camp and came to a sudden stop. Moonlight wined as the dust few into the mare's eyes. Faithful greeted Alanna; leaping on Moonlight's back, he rubbed his head against her side. There are people waiting for you, he told her casually. "Who? Are they Tortallian?" she asked trying not to sound too eager. She was a little disappointed that Jonathan had not tried to contact her once in these last three to four months. "What kind of father is he any ways?" her eye snapped open in horror as Faithful gawked at her. "Was, um.was that out loud?" quickly she looked around to see if anyone had seen her and quickly made for Coram's tent. "Not a word, hair ball, or I'll shave you bald," she warned her feline companion. Faithful meowed his disagreement and hurried off. She walked in to the tent filled with men as quietly as possible.she was hoping to see her fellow knight friends but found foreign tribesmen. "Ahh, there she is. Woman Who Rides like a Man, we have been waiting for you," said the obvious leader. He bowed slightly to her. "Your glory has traveled fast to our ears and we where over whelmed to be offered the chance to help you." The Lady Knight raised her brow at the man. "I am sorry but I don't understand how you could be of any assistance to me," she asked bluntly. Coram had an idea but knew that Alanna wouldn't be thrilled about it. "The Voice, he has asked us for help," explained another man.
Alanna's eyes shot open, "The Voice, he contacted you?" She was eager to find out any news from Jonathan, she was sure that he would have contacted her by now. He nodded. "But why?" Coram cleared his throat and his eyes feel to stomach. The leader of the group of tribesmen took it as cue to continue, "The Voice told us about your.condition but only after we swore not to tell your secret." "That COWARD!" she yelled in furry. "Please, Lady.hear us out," he pleaded. Alanna glared at them all in turn and finally dropped to a cushion like a child. "Fine, you have ten minutes." "The Voice said you might be upset and that he only wished that you hear out his plan before you take on the world," he paused for a moment fearing to go on for Alanna's bitterness grew with every word the Voice had sent in message. Coram nodded to him, seeing the man was about to forget the whole thing and run for the Knight. The man caught his calmness and continued. "He thought that perhaps, well you know that this could bring a possible end to your kingdom, a civil war among your people if so.umm..he thought that you would allow it to be raised among our tribe," once that man finished he let out a long sigh. He had hoped that she would be reasonable and not make him have to finish the rest of Jonathan's message. "You ten minutes are just about up, perhaps you should be on your way," Alanna's voice was shaking to stay calm and even, but anger was pouring from every word. "And you can tell the Voice that he is a coward and a fool to think I would just give up my..our child to some other to be raised." My Lady.there is more," the tribesman continued in a small voice. Alanna grabbed the nearest pillow and clutched it tight in her hands, Coram was sure she would rip it into two. "What more could there possibly be? I gave you my answer," she said through clutched teeth. "The Voice said that if you refused he would contact you latter on this week and deal with you then.." The leader said under his breath, it was obvious he was fearful. Coram wondered what Jonathan had to do to get a these men to face Alanna. "Deal with me? Deal with me! Who does he think he is.Silence, don't answer that," she roared as Coram opened his mouth. "You know very well what I meant," she turned to the guests and talked very slow. "You, gentlemen, may tell his royal pain." she paused for a moment to regain control over her words and began again.."tell the Voice that if he wished to discuss our issue further than he may visit me personally, other wise he has my answer." Alanna got to her feet and left the tent with hast unwilling to let these men see her cry. Coram, later that evening, found Alanna just out side the camp sitting under a dessert tree while Moonlight helped herself to the refreshing water hole, tear stained the Knights cheeks as she gazed out into the setting sun. "There, there, lass, dry those tears.," he patted his lap and she obeyed lying her head down in his lap, he rubbed her back as she sniffed. "You shouldn't worry about Jonathan right now, you mustn't let yourself get so worked up."
~*~ Palace of Tortall~*~ "Where have you two been?" Jonathan demanded as Gary and Raoul climbed up the stairs. Both was supposed to meet him in the library after noon meal, but got rapped up their weekly visit to Mistress Coopers house. There were desperate for news about Alanna, and knew she would be the first to know. The didn't tell the Prince about their visits and tried to avoid him all together since is foul mood only seemed to greaten with the passing weeks. Roul raised a brow and frowned.."Did you hear something, Gary? Why I do believe the Palace is hunted with a ghost." He walked past Jonathan, grinning at the Prince's piercing look. "Come not Raoul, you know very well that there is no." Raoul gave Gary a stern look to have him follow is play. "Oh, oh yes. There.um.there must be a ghost after all." Gary tried to play it off smoothly. Raoul rolled his eyes and turned back around the face the impatient Prince tapping his foot, arms crossed. "Ooo, look Gary.aren't we special, we are getting the death look." "You both amusing, really.perhaps you should have became entertainers rather than Knights." "To shay," grinned Gary. "Where have you guys been? We where suppose to meet two hours ago." "Sorry, Jon. We had some things to take care of." "Sure, well come we need some where privet." "My quarters are closer," suggested Gary. "Fine, lets go." Jon off down the hall to Gary's rooms, Raoul exchanged a worried glance over at Gary before they fell instep behind the Prince. When the where all inside and the door locked Jonathan let out a deep sigh. "I sent a message to Alanna." "You did, what did she say.what did you say?" Gary sat up in his seat eager to know. Raoul poured them all a glass of wine, Jonathan downed his in one drink and shook his head. "She is extremely angry, I.well I told her that she needed to give the child to one of the Bazhir Tribes." "Oh..I'm surprised she hasn't stormed back to put you in a grave," Gary bit his bottom lip as the other too look at him. Jonathan told them the rest of what was reported back from the Bazhir tribesmen. He had hoped that Alanna would see that there was only one way to keep Tortall from total ruin. He never thought that he would have to carry out is empty threat about dealing with her himself.he could not leave the Palace again, nor could he bring her here. "Perhaps Gary and I could go and talk with her, Jonathan? It would be easier for us to explain our sudden trip to the south rather than you. And besides I don't think it would be best for you two to see each other for a while." "I must agree with Raoul, Cousin. She needs friends right now.not more stress and I'm afraid you would only cause just that." "Well you will not hear any objections from me, I don't think I could bare seeing her now." "Very well then, we shall leave the day after tomorrow. Is that good for you Gary?" Raoul asked. "Sounds good with me. Do you think we could get a message to her in time to announce our arrival? I don't think it would be quite proper to just drop in on them." "I could contact Halef Seif, he will deliver my message to Coram. Please convince her to do as I wish.for both or sakes and for Tortall." Jonathan suddenly looked much older than the young man he was. He was worried and fearful. "Don't worry, Jonathan. We shall try our best. We will not fail you," reassured Gary. "Keep in contact with me, Halef Seif will send me your reports. I will try and find a way down later next month." Gary and Raoul bid good night to the Prince and as he left for his own rooms. "Do you think she will listen to us?" Gary asked Raoul. The large Knight just shook his head, "Our Lioness.? Not a chance, but we have a duty to Jon, so I better be off to pack."
~*~Bloody Hawk~*~ "Coram, there you are. I have a message from the Voice," Halef Seif said. "Should I go get Alanna?" "No, it is for you." "Me?" he look confused. "Yes, your prince asked me to let you know that two Tortallian Knights will be coming to visit you and Alanna. Sir Raoul and Garth, I believe where their names." Coram nodded, "Thank you for letting me know. I don't think I will tell her.let it be a surprise." "My lips are sealed." Coram bid him farewell and went in search of some food, Faithful was on his heals. "I suppose you heard the, well no word to Alanna, understand." The cat meowed his agreement.
(That is all for Chapter 3, not the best, suggestions for the next chapter will be most welcomed...thanks for reading this far.)
((This story is set in Tamora Pierce's Tortall. It uses many of her wonderful and beloved characters as well as my own creation. This story is one that will be done by chapters and I will only continue to try to complete this story if I get feedback, I don't see any point continuing to write if no one likes it.))
((It is good that you read Chapter One: Forgotten Letter and Chapter Two: Palace Tension first.))
~*~Bloody Hawk Tribe~*~ Coram passed his tent, it was more than he could handle. After raising her this long he thought he could handle anything, but this was too much. This was something that could ruin her life and perhaps Tortall's future as well. "Coram, there you are," said a young tribesman. "Aye, Kumeno, you found me," said the old guardsman. He passed a few more minutes before collapsing on a pillow. "What do ya want?" "There are people here to see Lady Alanna, but she isn't here so I thought you would meet them." "Who be they?" he asked with out caring. "They are from a neighboring tribe," he replied "Fine, fine I'll see them," he said gruffly. Faithful passed the Kumeno as he left. He looked at Coram for a second before walking into his lap. Kumeno returned with a small group of men, three large men with dark skin wearing lightweight clothing of light browns. "Master Coram, we are here to speak with The Woman who Rides like a Man," said the fist one. "I am afraid ya have just missed her, what do ya want?" Coram asked, eyeing the men closely. They carried no weapons so they must not want to fight. "We were sent by the Voice, he asked a favor from us and we need the Woman's agreement," said the second. "The Voice, uh?" he sniffed. What was Jonathan up to, he wondered. She is coming, Faithful said leaping form Coram's lap and raced out the door. Thundering hooves rode into the camp and came to a sudden stop. Moonlight wined as the dust few into the mare's eyes. Faithful greeted Alanna; leaping on Moonlight's back, he rubbed his head against her side. There are people waiting for you, he told her casually. "Who? Are they Tortallian?" she asked trying not to sound too eager. She was a little disappointed that Jonathan had not tried to contact her once in these last three to four months. "What kind of father is he any ways?" her eye snapped open in horror as Faithful gawked at her. "Was, um.was that out loud?" quickly she looked around to see if anyone had seen her and quickly made for Coram's tent. "Not a word, hair ball, or I'll shave you bald," she warned her feline companion. Faithful meowed his disagreement and hurried off. She walked in to the tent filled with men as quietly as possible.she was hoping to see her fellow knight friends but found foreign tribesmen. "Ahh, there she is. Woman Who Rides like a Man, we have been waiting for you," said the obvious leader. He bowed slightly to her. "Your glory has traveled fast to our ears and we where over whelmed to be offered the chance to help you." The Lady Knight raised her brow at the man. "I am sorry but I don't understand how you could be of any assistance to me," she asked bluntly. Coram had an idea but knew that Alanna wouldn't be thrilled about it. "The Voice, he has asked us for help," explained another man.
Alanna's eyes shot open, "The Voice, he contacted you?" She was eager to find out any news from Jonathan, she was sure that he would have contacted her by now. He nodded. "But why?" Coram cleared his throat and his eyes feel to stomach. The leader of the group of tribesmen took it as cue to continue, "The Voice told us about your.condition but only after we swore not to tell your secret." "That COWARD!" she yelled in furry. "Please, Lady.hear us out," he pleaded. Alanna glared at them all in turn and finally dropped to a cushion like a child. "Fine, you have ten minutes." "The Voice said you might be upset and that he only wished that you hear out his plan before you take on the world," he paused for a moment fearing to go on for Alanna's bitterness grew with every word the Voice had sent in message. Coram nodded to him, seeing the man was about to forget the whole thing and run for the Knight. The man caught his calmness and continued. "He thought that perhaps, well you know that this could bring a possible end to your kingdom, a civil war among your people if so.umm..he thought that you would allow it to be raised among our tribe," once that man finished he let out a long sigh. He had hoped that she would be reasonable and not make him have to finish the rest of Jonathan's message. "You ten minutes are just about up, perhaps you should be on your way," Alanna's voice was shaking to stay calm and even, but anger was pouring from every word. "And you can tell the Voice that he is a coward and a fool to think I would just give up my..our child to some other to be raised." My Lady.there is more," the tribesman continued in a small voice. Alanna grabbed the nearest pillow and clutched it tight in her hands, Coram was sure she would rip it into two. "What more could there possibly be? I gave you my answer," she said through clutched teeth. "The Voice said that if you refused he would contact you latter on this week and deal with you then.." The leader said under his breath, it was obvious he was fearful. Coram wondered what Jonathan had to do to get a these men to face Alanna. "Deal with me? Deal with me! Who does he think he is.Silence, don't answer that," she roared as Coram opened his mouth. "You know very well what I meant," she turned to the guests and talked very slow. "You, gentlemen, may tell his royal pain." she paused for a moment to regain control over her words and began again.."tell the Voice that if he wished to discuss our issue further than he may visit me personally, other wise he has my answer." Alanna got to her feet and left the tent with hast unwilling to let these men see her cry. Coram, later that evening, found Alanna just out side the camp sitting under a dessert tree while Moonlight helped herself to the refreshing water hole, tear stained the Knights cheeks as she gazed out into the setting sun. "There, there, lass, dry those tears.," he patted his lap and she obeyed lying her head down in his lap, he rubbed her back as she sniffed. "You shouldn't worry about Jonathan right now, you mustn't let yourself get so worked up."
~*~ Palace of Tortall~*~ "Where have you two been?" Jonathan demanded as Gary and Raoul climbed up the stairs. Both was supposed to meet him in the library after noon meal, but got rapped up their weekly visit to Mistress Coopers house. There were desperate for news about Alanna, and knew she would be the first to know. The didn't tell the Prince about their visits and tried to avoid him all together since is foul mood only seemed to greaten with the passing weeks. Roul raised a brow and frowned.."Did you hear something, Gary? Why I do believe the Palace is hunted with a ghost." He walked past Jonathan, grinning at the Prince's piercing look. "Come not Raoul, you know very well that there is no." Raoul gave Gary a stern look to have him follow is play. "Oh, oh yes. There.um.there must be a ghost after all." Gary tried to play it off smoothly. Raoul rolled his eyes and turned back around the face the impatient Prince tapping his foot, arms crossed. "Ooo, look Gary.aren't we special, we are getting the death look." "You both amusing, really.perhaps you should have became entertainers rather than Knights." "To shay," grinned Gary. "Where have you guys been? We where suppose to meet two hours ago." "Sorry, Jon. We had some things to take care of." "Sure, well come we need some where privet." "My quarters are closer," suggested Gary. "Fine, lets go." Jon off down the hall to Gary's rooms, Raoul exchanged a worried glance over at Gary before they fell instep behind the Prince. When the where all inside and the door locked Jonathan let out a deep sigh. "I sent a message to Alanna." "You did, what did she say.what did you say?" Gary sat up in his seat eager to know. Raoul poured them all a glass of wine, Jonathan downed his in one drink and shook his head. "She is extremely angry, I.well I told her that she needed to give the child to one of the Bazhir Tribes." "Oh..I'm surprised she hasn't stormed back to put you in a grave," Gary bit his bottom lip as the other too look at him. Jonathan told them the rest of what was reported back from the Bazhir tribesmen. He had hoped that Alanna would see that there was only one way to keep Tortall from total ruin. He never thought that he would have to carry out is empty threat about dealing with her himself.he could not leave the Palace again, nor could he bring her here. "Perhaps Gary and I could go and talk with her, Jonathan? It would be easier for us to explain our sudden trip to the south rather than you. And besides I don't think it would be best for you two to see each other for a while." "I must agree with Raoul, Cousin. She needs friends right now.not more stress and I'm afraid you would only cause just that." "Well you will not hear any objections from me, I don't think I could bare seeing her now." "Very well then, we shall leave the day after tomorrow. Is that good for you Gary?" Raoul asked. "Sounds good with me. Do you think we could get a message to her in time to announce our arrival? I don't think it would be quite proper to just drop in on them." "I could contact Halef Seif, he will deliver my message to Coram. Please convince her to do as I wish.for both or sakes and for Tortall." Jonathan suddenly looked much older than the young man he was. He was worried and fearful. "Don't worry, Jonathan. We shall try our best. We will not fail you," reassured Gary. "Keep in contact with me, Halef Seif will send me your reports. I will try and find a way down later next month." Gary and Raoul bid good night to the Prince and as he left for his own rooms. "Do you think she will listen to us?" Gary asked Raoul. The large Knight just shook his head, "Our Lioness.? Not a chance, but we have a duty to Jon, so I better be off to pack."
~*~Bloody Hawk~*~ "Coram, there you are. I have a message from the Voice," Halef Seif said. "Should I go get Alanna?" "No, it is for you." "Me?" he look confused. "Yes, your prince asked me to let you know that two Tortallian Knights will be coming to visit you and Alanna. Sir Raoul and Garth, I believe where their names." Coram nodded, "Thank you for letting me know. I don't think I will tell her.let it be a surprise." "My lips are sealed." Coram bid him farewell and went in search of some food, Faithful was on his heals. "I suppose you heard the, well no word to Alanna, understand." The cat meowed his agreement.
(That is all for Chapter 3, not the best, suggestions for the next chapter will be most welcomed...thanks for reading this far.)